Crepeys do Christmas...

[oldqueenie]

Will this fit the bill. Dull but seasonal?

We played 'who am I?' Glad to say I actually guessed mine right!! I have drunk too much wine, but over about 10 hours so just tired now

happy crimbo crepeys. Survived the day here... as dh said at intervals, "it could be a lot worse". No one behaved too badly in front of grandad, food was lovely and some great presents... (perhaps I won't mention grandad staying faaar toooo looong, dog being a pain in the arse and the endless catering..). Am rather tired now! Will have another glass of sauternes and a delicious salted caramel and bed i think....

it was pre and post dinner scrabble here. And the Royle family on telly. Lovely.

Have been playing a few rounds of Pit with the family - most entertaining and very noisy! And I won.

Just wondering when the DCs will go to bed. Also whether there is any more port in the bottle...

No rousing board games here. Just watching DS open endless presents, cooking dinner (not turkey) in the new oven, which was nail-biting stuff, and wandering around to see some friends. I always feel Christmas Day should be at the end of the festive period, not the start, as by the time you get in the mood it's about 28 December.

So today it is load everything in the car and drive home. Ds has loads of Christmas money and a lovely Christmas jumper dp and I got lots of practical presents (including the breakdown cover), dog got to hump SILs posh dog and folks all happy to see grandchildren.
Now I want my own house and bed
Have a good Boxing Day crepeys

we're doing the bit of christmas that I actually like... things always perk up for me once the 25th has been survived. off to suffolk for a week which will be heavenly. Just ourselves and the dog to please, easy peasy.

OQ that sounds lovely. Ruby hope all goes well. We are heading home to be anti social on a hill...

I am off to Monoprix to get more wine. I am going to get some of the 2.50 a bottle stuff as quantity is clearly more important than quality. Really pissed off with DFIL's friend as he complained - loudly - about the wine I had bought. I had consulted with the caviste as to what wine would be best for people who like Australian wine, and we agreed on a Languedoc. It is clearly not good enough - but despite complaining about the "nose giving more promise than the taste" and "it tastes funny... a bit musty", it all got drunk. DFIL's friend also bought some fizz which he and DFIL appear to have consumed on their own as I wasn't offered any, and nor was DH - we just saw the "foreign" bottles in the bin.

Christ, Mrs S. Your Christmas guests take the proverbial biscuit. I'd be tempted to tell them to shove the 'musty' wine where the sun don't shine, large end first.

In a laughable act of inevitability, our boiler broke on Christmas eve. So we've had no hot water or heating since then. I am in desperate need of a hair wash, but can't bear it in cold water. So, off I go to Ilford to buy the requisite part, so our boiler repair man can fit it for us.

Later on we're going to some friends, where we shall partake of a buffet and a shower.

MrsS wow what a cheek! Buy yourself something nice and drink it in the kitchen.
Oh herbs sorry to hear it.

MrsS, you really ought to disown them all, oughtn't you. Herbs, that really is pants upon pants. Gawd.

I have a slight hangover but must make various pates and a cake to take to my sister's, as am determined not to be one of the MrsS' inlaw-stylee guests who expect to be catered for.

They have all gone out now, so the DDs and I are going to watch yet another a cheesy Christmas film and I am going to have some Champagne. I have stocked up on very cheap wine from Monoprix. DH said we should decant the "musty" wine and see if DFIL's friend will drink it then. I said, fuck him, we will drink the expensive stuff when he has gone and he can have the cheap stuff.

I have got over my hangover so think it's probably time to start drinking again . Am making that very nice orange/almond cake Nigella nicked off Claudia Roden, which takes virtually no cooking apart from a long, fragrant (ooh get me) simmer of oranges.

'Zup, honey?

Ruby? You okay?

Maybe we should write a novella, or a playlet. We probably have plenty of material between us, just from the last three days.

I'm relieved to be home and have symbolically (but also literally) lit a huge fire

I'm lying in bed (my own, thank goodness) with my new best friend lovely tablet, about to crash after an exhausting day of being the hostess with the mostest. We got back from my DSis's house a bit late this morning, leaving me with about 30 minutes to rustle up lunch for 11 assorted family members, and I've been scurrying around like a deranged waitress all day.

Is it wrong to stay in bed tomorrow until they've all gone?

I'm looking forward to a spot of Toy Cupboard Tetris tomorrow as I attempt to shoehorn all the new Christmas goodies into the frankly inadequate storage unit in the playroom. The good news is the DDs were given Wii Just Dance 3 and 4 by DB, so I won't hear a peep out of them til the new year.